The Harvest-The Next Generation

Szin's Story 
Takeo pulled Szin along behind him to Ti’s old place. Ti’s first home wasn’t far, but Szin was already panting. Takeo knew part of that was fear. But Szin hadn’t eaten in a while also. That was first on the list of things to take care of.
Takeo led Szin inside, and flipped on a light. The place was just as he remembered, and the memories Takeo had were good. He’d enjoyed coming here as a child. The front door opened into the living area, and a small kitchen was off to the side. A bed and bathroom were down a hall, near the back of the house. Down another hall was what Ti called his playroom. They’d get to that later. Right now Szin’s body shook so violently Takeo was worried he’d pass out.
Takeo sat Szin down at a table in the kitchen. “Cheese pizza still your favorite? And Coke to drink, right?”
“Um, yeah. Takeo—”
Takeo pushed a few buttons on the reduplicator. “Eat first, Szin. Then we’ll talk.”
Szin’s mouth snapped shut. He wanted to talk now, dammit. He could talk and eat at the same time. He waited until Takeo put the pizza in front of him before he tried again.
“Takeo, I really think that it would be best if you returned—”
“Open up.” Takeo held up a piece of pizza.
“But I’m trying to talk to you about—”
“And I’m trying to feed you.” Takeo waved the slice of pizza in front of Szin. “Open up, Szin.”
Szin huffed out a breath. Okay, the pizza did look good, and yes, his stomach was growling. The smell alone had his mouth watering.
Takeo brushed the very tip of the pizza against Szin’s lips, and his voice dropped to a sexy whisper. “Come on, open for me.”
Szin blushed. Unable to help himself, he reached for a piece of pizza on the table. Would Takeo let him feed himself?
“No.” Takeo’s other hand shot out and landed on top on Szin’s.
Well, that answered that, now didn’t it? Szin opened his mouth.
“Good.” Takeo brushed the pizza across Szin’s lips again, watching as Szin’s tongue flicked out to taste. Oh, the things he planned to do with that tongue later. He eased the pizza into that sexy mouth and let Szin take a bite while holding Szin’s other hand trapped on top of the table, their fingers entwined.
Testing Takeo, Szin raised his other hand for a second time.
Takeo’s eyes narrowed, his gaze full of heat and promise as Szin chewed. “That hand comes anywhere near the food and I’ll tie it to the chair.”
Szin quickly dropped his hand to his side. Takeo wasn’t playing; he could hear it in his voice. “Takeo—”
“Shh. Just enjoy.” Takeo allowed a small smile to cross his lips, the tips of his fangs showing, and lifted the pizza back to Szin’s lips. “Take more.”
Their gazes trapped, Szin opened his mouth for another bite.
“Tastes good, doesn’t it?”
Szin, his mouth full, nodded.
Takeo waited until Szin finished eating, then lifted the drink to his mouth. “Now, take a drink and wash it down.”
Szin understood what Takeo was doing—he’d caught the double meaning to the words.
A hard blush rode Szin’s cheeks making Takeo burned with desire. He wanted to see that lovely pink color cover Szin’s body as he… did things—things that would make Szin moan with pleasure under him, calling out his name in desperation. Gods, he was so hard; his dick ached from the constraints of his pants.
Once Szin had finished the bit of pizza he had been feeding him, Takeo picked up another piece and held it away from Szin. “More?”
Szin fought the urge to wiggle in his chair. His dick was stiff and trapped off to the right in his pants—the angle uncomfortable. Who knew being feed from someone’s fingers could be so erotic? He nodded his head in answer to Takeo’s question.
An evil gleam came into Takeo’s red eyes as his thumb rubbed the inside of Szin’s palm that was trapped on the table. He wanted Szin to know he could be as gentle or as rough as Szin needed. “You want more, yes? Then say it, Szin.”
Szin gulped, shivers running through his body from the light caress.  
“Tell me what you need, Szin. Let me hear it.” Takeo leaned closer. “You can do it.”
Those eyes of Takeo’s held Szin ensnared. “More,” he finally whispered.
“See? That wasn’t so hard.” Takeo picked up another piece of pizza and brought it to Szin’s mouth. “I’ll always give you what you need.”
Szin took another bite of the pizza. After he swallowed, he cleared his throat. “Drink?”
Takeo was pleased Szin asked for what he wanted. Progress was being made. “Absolutely.” Takeo held the Coke up to Szin’s lips. “Take as much as you need.”
Szin tool several sips and closed his eyes. This was getting to be too much, too intimate. He needed a chance to get his thoughts in order, to remember why this wasn’t a good idea. Oh God, he could hear them in bed together—Takeo saying the exact same words as he made love to him.
“No you don’t. Open those sexy eyes and look at me, Szin. Seeme.” Takeo squeezed Szin’s fingers.
Szin’s eyes fluttered open and the need and desire in Takeo’s eyes slammed into him. “I see you, Takeo. All too clearly.”
“No, you see what you think I need. Don’t place your beliefs on me. I know what I need, and I need you. Now, keep those eyes open.” Takeo placed the pizza against Szin’s lips again. “Let me feed you some more.”
Szin determination slowly slipped under a wave of desire. How could he fight both Takeo and himself? He opened his mouth, the wicked promise in Takeo’s voice taking over his senses yet again.
“Good,” Takeo praised again, then took a bite and offered the pizza to Szin.
Szin grew warm as he took a bite from where Takeo’s mouth had just been. Oh, how he wanted that praise he heard in Takeo’s voice. Why did it made him feel so wanted? The satisfaction he saw in Takeo’s eyes made him feel… good? Szin ate and drank from Takeo’s hand until he was full. Once the pizza was gone Takeo stood and walked to where Szin sat and pulled him up.
“What…?” Szin stuttered to a halt as Takeo swept him up in his arms.
“Bath time.” Takeo carried Szin to the bathroom. “Just relax.”
“But—”
Takeo lowered Szin to the floor. “Shh. Trust me.”
“But—”
“Szin, I will gag you if needed. So, unless you’re ready for that, be quiet and let me take care of you.” Takeo’s hands landed on Szin’s shirt.
TBC
I know this is very short, but I’m just buried under deadlines and upcoming release right now... along with high school senior stuff for the kiddo. This wasn’t edited by my beta’s either, so please excuse the mistakes. I didn’t have time to get it checked before posting. In a few weeks things should get back to normal, lol. I hope. J~M